"That was like no demon I have seen before." Beleth whispered, as though the creature could somehow hear and take offense. She accepts the embrace, and returns it, wrapping her arms around the older woman. It's a comfort she won't deny herself, even if it's still rather embarrassing to act like a child in front of Galadriel.

Even if Galadriel was infinitely older than her already. It's the principle of the matter.

"I'm glad that it doesn't exist here. I can't believe it's a thing in your world. Your world has always sounded so--" So idyllic. A land where elves are dignified rulers who lived without being touched by time. Even Sam, with his surprising idealism, painted a picture without trying of some kind of paradise. "I wanted to see it. That's why I didn't wake you up sooner. I should have, but before that monster, I saw a land that seemed..." How do you even describe it, or that other woman? "...Like the world that had once been, and may be again, some day."